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Subject: -: mouthful of poison Author: aerial [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:48:00 01/08/03 Wed In reply to: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. 's message, "-jumps around and points at her post- Solidity....aerial...hello? i wrote this whole long thing, i demand u reply :-p" on 11:47:04 01/03/03 Fri a hollow laughter rung from deep within her chestal cavity, and it was a throaty, melodic, and deeply mocking laugh indeed. if this 'guilt trip' found herself to be intimidating in anyway... well, what else could aerial do but laugh? though she was smaller, she knew for a fact that there was likely no female in the lands of the cascade mountains that could best her in battle. likely few males could either. already in her short time here she had bested frozen dreams in a quick spar, fueled on by his arrogant ways, and her own pride. in her distinctly predatorial manner, her steel streaked aigrette oscillated lazily, slashing almost viciously against her hind limbs. when at last her plume fell almost still, it curled coyly around her hock. all the while, the shadow predator did not flinch or move, but left her gaze boring in to the other. finally she seethed another warning, before turning away. she had better things to do then waste her time on trash like guilt. unless, of course, guilt wanted a real fight, and not just to take cheap shots at aerial's friends. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: ..... Author: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:40:52 01/08/03 Wed × take a hike × - If she had eyebrows, one would surely be elevated sardonically. Encounters the female’s gaze without recoiling, matching her stare for stare frigidly in her own modest manner, never exhibiting anything but indifference, yet inside smoldering incessantly. Cheap shots eh? If her memory served correctly, she had been trounced first before she had ever laid tooth or talon on the mare. Besides, the injuries were not detrimental, simply cautioning. Yet the insults so casually thrown at her install incense; not the rash type that leads to nowhere but trouble, but anger quietly under arrest and put to work intelligently. Trash, was she? Perhaps, just an illegitimate bastard with a nameless, faceless father and a hellion mother, but in the scheme of existence, what does that matter? Her boasts meant nothing to her, besides, she had no trepidation of defeat; life was simply a duty, her ticket to hell. Another saying to live by: life is as heavy as a mountain, death as light as a feather. Trash or no trash, challenge accepted - †Hell† †On† †Hooves†